Wow... this is two years old....
found it when going through some stuff.
It's a response to a poem i found on a folder in math class. No idea who wrote it... but anyway i copied it down
Go to sleep and close your eyes
and dream of broken butterflies
that tore their wings against a thorn
you know the pain that they have borne
silver metal, shine so bright
scarlet blood that feels so right
dream of that blood trickling down
and wake up just before you drown
the moonlight's shining off your tears
as you bleed out you own worst fears
so tonight when you start to cry
whisper the cutter's lullby:
Hush-a-bye baby, you're almost dead
you don't ave a pulse and your pillow is red
your family hates you, your friends let you bleed
sleep tight with a knife cuz its all you need
Rock-a-bye baby, broken and scarred
you didn't know life would be this hard
time to end the pain that you hid so well
and down will come baby, straight back to hell
^cutter's lullby not mine. some anonymous person from my school wrote it on a folder...